Afternoon on the jetty. (at Indian River Inlet)
Happy birthday to my personal favorite, David Gilmour. Lord knows who I’d be if it weren’t for your inspiration and musical genius. #pinkfloyd #davidgilmour
And I want health. By health I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life in close contact with what I love — the earth and the wonders thereof — the sea — the sun. All that we mean when we speak of the external world. A want to enter into it, to be part of it, to live in it, to learn from it, to lose all that is superficial and acquired in me and to become a conscious direct human being. I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming so that I may be (and here I have stopped and waited and waited and it’s no good — there’s only one phrase that will do) a child of the sun. About helping others, about carrying a light and so on, it seems false to say a single word. Let it be at that. A child of the sun.
Katherine Mansfield, Entry in her journal dated 10 October 1922, which she tore out to send to John Middleton Murry, before changing her mind. This later became the last published entry in The Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1927).
I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via bookmania)
I guess I’ve been bruised, if we were to speak plain.
Every bruise that comes to flesh, makes it mark on the brain.
“Skeletons” - Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.
Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters
(via violentwavesofemotion)
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